Meant For Love, page 1
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Meant For Love
Meant For
Natasha Madison
Also by Natasha Madison
Meant For Series
Meant For Stone
Meant For Her
Meant For Love
Meant For Gabriel
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Made For Series
Made For Me
Made For You
Made For Us
Made for Romeo
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Southern Wedding Series
Mine To Kiss
Mine To Have
Mine To Hold
Mine To Cherish
Mine To Love
Mine To Take
Mine To Promise
Mine to Honor
Mine to Keep
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The Only One Series
Only One Kiss
Only One Chance
Only One Night
Only One Touch
Only One Regret
Only One Mistake
Only One Love
Only One Forever
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SOUTHERN SERIES
Southern Chance
Southern Comfort
Southern Storm
Southern Sunrise
Southern Heart
Southern Heat
Southern Secrets
Southern Sunshine
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This Is
This Is Crazy
This Is Wild
This Is Love
This Is Forever
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Hollywood Royalty
Hollywood Playboy
Hollywood Princess
Hollywood Prince
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Something Series
Something So Right
Something So Perfect
Something So Irresistible
Something So Unscripted
Something So BOX SET
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Tempt Series
Tempt The Boss
Tempt The Playboy
Tempt The Hookup
Tempt The Ex
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Heaven & Hell Series
Hell and Back
Pieces of Heaven
Heaven & Hell Box Set
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Love Series
Perfect Love Story
Unexpected Love Story
Broken Love Story
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Mixed Up Love
Faux Pas
Copyright
Copyright © 2024 Natasha Madison. E-Book & Print Edition
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used factiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons or living or dead, events or locals are entirely coincidental.
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Cover Design: Jay Aheer
Photo by Wander Aguiar Photography
Editing done by Karen Hrdicka Barren Acres Editing
Editing done by Jenny Sims Editing4Indies
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Contents
Stone Family Tree
About Meant For Love
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Epilogue One
Read Zoey’s Parents story!
About the Author
Also by Natasha Madison
Stone Family Tree
SOMETHING SO, THIS IS, ONLY ONE, MADE FOR, & MEANT FOR FAMILY TREE!
Hockey Series
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SOMETHING SO SERIES
Something So Right
Parker & Cooper Stone
Matthew Grant (Something So Perfect)
Allison Grant (Something So Irresistible)
Zara Stone (This Is Crazy)
Zoe Stone (This Is Wild)
Justin Stone (This Is Forever)
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Something So Perfect
Matthew Grant & Karrie Cooley
Cooper Grant (Only One Regret)
Frances Grant (Only One Love)
Vivienne Grant (Made For You)
Chase Grant (Made For Me)
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Something So Irresistible
Allison Grant & Max Horton
Michael Horton (Only One Mistake)
Alexandria Horton (Only One Forever)
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Something So Unscripted
Denise Horton & Zack Morrow
Jack Morrow
Joshua Morrow
Elizabeth Morrow
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THIS IS SERIES
This Is Crazy
Zara Stone & Evan Richards
Zoey Richards (Meant For Love)
Stone Richards (Meant For Stone)
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This Is Wild
Zoe Stone & Viktor Petrov
Matthew Petrov (Mine To Take)
Zara Petrov
Lexi Petrov
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This Is Love
Vivienne Paradis & Mark Dimitris
Karrie Dimitris
Stefano Dimitris (Mine to Promise)
Angelica Dimitris
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This Is Forever
Caroline Woods & Justin Stone
Dylan Stone (Formally Woods) (Only One Forever)
Christopher Stone (Meant For Her)
Gabriella Stone (Made For Romeo)
Abigail Stone (Made For Us)
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ONLY ONE SERIES
Only One Kiss
Candace Richards & Ralph Weber
Ariella Weber
Brookes Weber
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Only One Chance
Layla Paterson & Miller Adams
Clarke Adams
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Only One Night
Evelyn & Manning Stevenson
Jaxon Stevenson
Victoria Stevenson
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Only One Touch
Becca & Nico Harrison
Phoenix Harrison
Dallas Harrison
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Only One Regret
Erika & Cooper Grant
Emma Grant
Mia Grant
Parker Grant
Felicia Grant
Leo Grant
Matthew Grant
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Only One Mistake
Jillian & Michael Horton
Jamieson Horton
Bianca Horton
Bailey Horton
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Only One Love
Frances Grant & Brad Wilson
Stella Wilson
Logan Wilson
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Only One Forever
Dylan Stone & Alex Horton
Maddox Stone
Maverick Stone
Maya Stone
James Stone
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MADE FOR SERIES
Made For Me
Julia & Chase Grant
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Made For You
Vivienne Grant & Xavier Montgomery
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Made For Us
Abigail Stone & Tristan Weise
Penelope
Payton
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Made For Romeo
Romeo Beckett & Gabriella Stone
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Meant For Stone
Stone Richards & Ryleigh Beckett
Aspyn
Dalia
Declan
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Meant For Her
Christopher Stone & Dakota
Luna
Rain
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Southern Wedding Family Tree
Mine To Have
Travis & Harlow
Charlotte
Theo
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Mine To Hold
Shelby & Ace
Arya
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Mine To Cherish
Clarabella & Luke
Zander
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Mine To Love
Presley & Bennett
Cadence
Charleigh
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Mine To Take
Sofia and Matty Petrov
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Mine To Promise
Stefano Dimitris & Addison
Avery
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Mine To Honor
Levi & Eva
Cici
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Mine To Keep
Grace & Caine
Meadow
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SOUTHERN TREE
Southern Family tree
Billy and Charlotte
(Mother and father to Kallie and Casey)
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Southern Chance
Kallie & Jacob McIntyre
Ethan McIntyre (Savannah Son)
Amelia (Southern Secrets)
Travis
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Southern Comfort
Olivia & Casey Barnes
Quinn (Southern Heat)
Reed (Southern Sunshine)
Harlow (Mine to Have)
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Southern Storm
Savannah & Beau Huntington
Ethan McIntyre (Jacob’s son)
Chelsea (Southern Heart)
Toby
Keith
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Southern Sunrise
Emily & Ethan McIntyre
Gabriel
Aubrey
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Southern Heart
Chelsea Huntington & Mayson Carey
Tucker
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Southern Heat
Willow & Quinn Barnes
Grace (Mine To Keep)
Charlie
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Southern Secrets
Amelia McIntyre & Asher
JB Normand
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Southern Sunshine
Hazel & Reed Barnes
Sofia (Mine To Take)
Kaine
Denver
About Meant For Love
Zoey
When I first met him, I got butterflies in my stomach.
I thought it was silly and pushed it aside. Avoided him.
Besides, I was taken—unavailable. Or so I thought.
That was before he hired me to take over his company’s PR.
Now that we were working with each other, that meant he was completely off-limits.
Until one night in Vegas.
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Nash
They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
Unless you ask the woman of your dreams to marry you while you are both drinking tequila.
And she says yes.
She thinks it’s a mistake.
She’s wrong.
Now I just need to get her on the same page.
Dedication
To Chelsea: My matcha queen & bonus child! I can’t imagine doing signings without you! Thank you for taking me out of my comfort zone!
RED LOBSTER!
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Jessica & Tina: to a friendship that started so long ago. You are the dream team. I don’t think I’ve laughed more with anyone before.
Schmeduim isn’t big!
One
Nash
I push open the glass door and step out to the parking lot. The sun is slowly coming up. The waves crashing on the rocks not far away fill the quiet morning, along with the birds soaring in the cloudless sky. “It’s going to be a beautiful day,” I mumble as I walk toward my car, gym bag and protein shake in one hand. With my ringing phone in the other hand, I see it’s my brother Caine’s name flashing on the screen. The picture is of him glaring at the camera, wearing a tux, sitting on a stool—a beer in his hand taken at his wedding—when I answer. “Nash Griffin,” I mock him since that is the only way he answers his phone, which irritates the fuck out of me.
“He’s a comedian,” he says right away, picking up on the joke. “I thought I’d find you sleeping.”
“You thought wrong. I’m just leaving the gym,” I tell him, opening the trunk of the car before tossing my bag in and walking over to the driver’s door and opening it. Putting the phone on speaker, I start the car, and the Bluetooth picks up, but as soon as that happens, the FaceTime ring hits my phone.
He waits until he can see me before he talks. “You were just leaving the gym,” he says, his voice in disbelief, “it’s what… six o’clock there?” I see he’s sitting behind his desk at the office, suit jacket hanging already on the back of his chair, tie a little loose with one button open.
“Yup,” I confirm, putting on my sunglasses and exiting the parking lot. “Just a little after.”
“And you’re already done with your workout?” he asks, flabbergasted.
“We can’t all be going for the dad bod,” I joke with him, earning me one of his famous glares. “I was going to tell you when I saw you last that you’ve been letting yourself go.” I roll my lips because I know he’s going to come back and tell me to go fuck myself.
“Fuck you,” he hisses, his face coming so close to the phone it’s all I see, making me smile, knowing how well I know him. “I’d rather be home in bed with my wife than in a sweaty gym.”
“But the question is”—I look around as more cars enter the almost vacant parking lot, which won’t be like this for long—“would your wife want you to be in bed with her, or at the gym keeping that figure like it was when she fell in hate with you?” I laugh. When Grace and Caine first met, they loathed each other. More like my brother was a donkey who would say the wrong thing over and over again. I figured it out quickly. He did that because one, he was stupid, and two, he really, really liked her. She got under his skin like no one else. “So what’s the answer?”
“I’d rather him be in bed with me,” Grace’s voice chimes in, then she comes into the camera view, rounding the desk to stand next to him. He looks up at her with a smile, his hand going to wrap around her hips while she wraps her arm around his shoulders. “All day, every day.” She looks down at him with pure love written on her face.
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite sister-in-law,” I say softly, her eyes flying back to the screen and she tilts her head to the side. “How’re you doing, sweetheart?”
“She’s doing fine,” Caine hisses, pulling her closer to his side, “and don’t talk like that to her, all smooth and shit. No one wants to hear that early in the morning. And especially don’t call her fucking sweetheart.”
“I don’t know. I can name a couple of women who would like me to call them sweetheart.” I chuckle while Caine groans, and Grace just shakes her head. “What are you guys doing calling me at six o’clock anyway?”
“You are almost always at your desk by six thirty,” Grace reminds me, “so thirty minutes isn’t much of a stretch.”
“A lot can happen in thirty minutes,” I point out, and it’s Grace’s turn to be the comedian.
“Not too much can happen in thirty minutes that most women remember.” Caine laughs out loud now, but not for long, when Grace turns her attention to him. “You remember that in the morning when you want to quickly get in there.”
“Burn,” I snap. “What I’m getting from this conversation is she’s not satisfied in the bedroom.” I make my way over to my office. “Caine, how does it make you feel that not only have you let yourself go but now you aren’t even satisfying your wife?”
The growl makes me laugh each time. “Can you be professional for once in your life?”
“Hey,” I say, “I answered the phone using my whole name.”
“I know, so much different from ‘Yo,’” Caine retorts while I pull up to the office. I park in my designated spot, seeing my name right above the company name, Cottrell Group. A company my parents started when I was born. They were both working for investment firms and decided to take their portfolio and see what they could do independently. They worked out of an office at home for many years until they outgrew it. Then they decided to open a branch in New York because of Wall Street. Their portfolio only grew. Caine and I got the bug to follow in their footsteps, so I graduated from the University of Philadelphia with a bachelor’s degree in finance and economics. During this time, my parents expanded to California, Chicago, Texas, and Washington, DC, where Caine runs the show. I took over the California office, dipping my toe into the Texas office every now and again. Even though we have our own branches, we still like to occasionally drop in to each other’s offices.
“Is this why you’re calling?” I ask, getting out of the car and walking toward the building. A building we bought not too long ago and moved everything over to.
“No, I’m calling because we seriously need to discuss hiring someone to take over the PR of the firms. Someone who will handle all aspects of media,” he huffs out on a deep breath. “Mom and Dad just let their assistants do it for the time being, but even now, they are done with it and don’t see the need for it.”
“Mom and Dad don’t know anything about social media, so they don’t see the need for it. I can see where they were twenty years ago, fuck, even ten years ago, but it’s a different time. The new generation is coming up, and everything, and I mean everything, is done online.”
